The battle raged on, a chaotic blur of strikes and flashes of divine power. Michael, poised for another devastating swing, suddenly hesitated as he glanced down. His eyes widened in confusion when he saw Moxie gripping Insanity's legs.
For a split second, Michael froze, his confusion giving Moxie the opening he needed. With a swift, powerful motion, Moxie hurled Insanity through the ranks of the angelic knights. Insanity flew like a bullet, crashing through several angels before his trajectory carried him straight toward Michael.
But the moment Insanity’s fist collided with Michael, the Archangel barely flinched. Insanity’s usual grin vanished as he realized the magnitude of Michael’s strength. Before he could react, Michael's brutal punch connected with his body, sending Insanity crashing into the ground with bone-crushing force. A small cut appeared on Michael's face, a mere scratch from Insanity’s attack, and it only served to enrage him further.
“How dare you!” Michael roared, his voice echoing like thunder across the battlefield. His aura flared with divine fury as he prepared to launch another attack, one filled with enough power to finish Insanity.
Insanity lay bleeding, his body wracked with pain from the blow, knowing that if this next attack landed, it would be his end. Moxie, sweating and panting, acted on instinct. With mere seconds to spare, he dashed in and scooped Insanity into his arms, leaping out of the way just as Michael's attack obliterated the spot where Insanity had been lying.
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Moxie’s breath came in heavy, labored gasps as he carried Insanity to safety, dropping him beside Liza. "Help him," he ordered, his voice rough but determined. Without waiting for a response, Moxie turned back toward the battlefield, knowing that now, he would have to face the full might of the angels on his own.
The angelic knights closed in on him, their numbers still vast despite the carnage. Moxie, gripping his sword tightly, launched himself into the fray. One by one, he impaled and cut down the knights, his movements swift and deadly. But for every knight he killed, several more struck back, their divine weapons cutting deep into his flesh.
Pain seared through his body, every wound feeling like molten lava was pouring into his veins. His vision blurred as blood dripped down his face and into his eyes, but he refused to stop. With each strike, Moxie pushed forward, his mind focused on only one thing: survival.
As he took a brief moment to catch his breath, his body trembling from the relentless attacks, Moxie suddenly felt the overwhelming presence of Michael once again. His eyes widened in shock as he realized the Archangel had found an opening.
Michael’s massive sword swung toward Moxie with devastating force. In a panic, Moxie frantically looked around, searching for his weapon. Just as the sword neared him, Liza’s voice called out, and Moxie saw his sword flying through the air, tossed toward him by his cousin.
In a desperate move, Moxie reached out and caught the sword, spinning around just in time to try and deflect Michael’s strike. The clash of their blades sent shockwaves through the battlefield, causing the ground beneath them to crack and tremble.
Moxie gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body straining as he pushed against the might of Michael’s divine power. This was a fight for his life, and he wasn’t ready to back down yet.